Remembering you is like speaking in the language of flowers
Then, why do people pluck flowers
Why do people want you
When I need you
Why do people pluck you
When I'm the garden you grew in
Remembering you is like speaking in the language of flowers
When you are stripped of your earthly beauty, I will be there
People gave you a hundred stares but now you will get one stare
The stare of a gardener who truly loves you.
YOU ARE READING
Remembering you
PoetryA poem written in the language of flowers If you like me , you'd pick me If you love me, you'd be my gardener Am I your gardener? Yes that I am
